Lola Brinks//Lani
---------------------------"Yea I'll be down in a sec." I said to the person on the other side of the phone. "Aight." He said and then hung up. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before i locked the door and walked outta the building.
I saw Tai leaning against the car on his phone. He wore something so simple yet he still looked so fucking good. He had on a black graphic tee, black ripped jeans and a pair of red and black Jordan 11's. He topped it off with a diamond chain and a plain Jane Rolex watch. As I started walking down the steps, he looked up and froze. His lips were slightly parted. I stood a few inches away from him. I looked at his lust filled eyes and blushed. "Uh...I could go change if-" he snapped outta his trance and looked me up and down with a smirk on his face. "Nah you cool." He looked up at me.
"Now why you looking at me like that?" I raised a brow at him. He placed a hand on my waist and pulled me close to him. He kissed my cheek and looked at my lips than at my eyes again. "Caz you look sexy." His eyes were low. Fuck. His stare is so fucking sexy. Shit shit.
Wait why am I thinking like this?
I chuckled softly before I spoke. "Thanks. You don't look bad yourself." I bit my lip, eyeing him. He opened the door for me and he also got in. He started the car and drove off. I don't know where we going neither was I gonna ask. I connected my phone via Bluetooth to the car and started playing Trance by Travis Scott.
Shits dope.
I went on insta and posted a video on my story that I took while getting ready.
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We soon arrived at this cute place. It looked comfy. Not fancy and that's something I like. Don't get me wrong or something, I like fancy restaurants, just I prefer comfy places. Tai opened the door for me and smiled. "This place is niceeeee." I said. "Yea." He said. We walked into the place and a waiter lead us to our table.
We ordered our drinks and food. Our drinks came first. "So...who else have you brought here?" I asked taking a sip from my margarita. A cocky smile formed on his face. "What makes you think I've brought someone here?"
"Ion know. I'm just asking." I shrug. "You the only one I've brought here." He said. "Hm..." "Ey that 'hm' sounds unconvincing. You'on believe me?" He asked with a smile. "Just surprising. Maybe yo hoes." I said with a stale face. He cocked his face back with a frown, that smile never leaving his face. "Hoes? Dayum. Very sad for you to think I've got hoes. What makes you think that?" He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned back and sat comfortably. "Seriously?" I said.
"You sound very stereotypical but I know what you mean." He chuckled. "Nah I've never brought an girl here besides you neither do I have hoes." I didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Why?"
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Living Off Past Trauma.
ChickLitGirl who got raped by her friend when she was 15 decides to move to California with her bestie at age 18. She lives her life freely. She's "Living Off Past Trauma" but doesn't know that her trauma comes back for her.